Es war eine sehr schlimme Zeit für mich, da mich niemand verstand und meine Familie nicht einmal fragte, warum ich mich so verhielt. Als ich dann mit...meinen Kumpels aus meiner Straße wo ich wohnte, beschloss ich nicht mehr nach Hause zu gehen oder nur noch wenn ich dazu Lust hatte, begann mein leben sich ins uferlose zu wandeln. Ich war damals schon vierzehn Jahre alt, wir machten sehr viel Unsinn, rauchten heimlich, tranken Bier und kamen meistens erst Mitternacht nach Hause usw. was viele. It was all she could do to keep from ripping her clothes as she’d pulled them off her body, masturbating furiously, wanting nothing more than to fuck herself so hard, over and over and over…she’d just spent the last three days at home, alternating between eating, sleep, and masturbation. That was just how Larry would feel, she thought. And Carol, and Gina, and Bobby, and all the others who she’d heard laughing at the office party. And especially Garry. Garry, who’d seen her under the mistletoe.. Tearing her eyes off it, it was the greatest struggle of her life. Even delivering her baby daughter wasn't this hard, she was that her daughter had ceased her protest and was now dutifully taking his cock. Both of her hands had encircled this, this monstrosity and yet there was space left between her lips and her hands. And that too when she could clearly see the noticeable bulge in her throat reaching all the way down.Her pussy was on fire; she was getting off voyeuring on her own. ”“I got this,” I said. I learn, you know. This isn’t a sports car. It’s best that you think way ahead of yourself. I turned the wheel a quarter turn to the right. Starboard. Dorable made a leisurely response toward the bank. I centered the wheel. When I got just about where I wanted to be, I repeated the maneuver to the left. Port. Because ‘left’ and ‘port’ both have four letters. Oh, and the navigation light on the port side is red, because port wine is red. I’m learning all manner of nautical.